OK, you guys are asking for it. . .stories about mysterious
disappearances of stones, that is. Here’s a couple, one is anecdote
from the guy who had it happen to him, the other is one that really
happened to me!
My friend Patrick was working on the 14th floor of a downtown Detroit
building that used to house all the trade shops. A diamond flew away
from the setter. After looking for it everywhere, they finally found
it. . .hanging by a breath outside the window on the ledge, 14 floors
above the parking lot.
Here’s mine: A strange man brought an old, beat up crucifix (wall
sized or big enough for exorcisms). He wanted it repaired, re-plated,
etc. He said he found it in a suitcase in a alley in NY, after
hearing a voice out of nowhere tell him where to look (for what, it
did not say). It sat in the shop for about a year. One day, a .50
carat princess cut flew away from me. I searched the shop, stairs,
clothes, etc. No luck. I was feeling really dejected, and promised
the other jeweler if he found it, there was a steak dinner in it for
him. Later, he called me over and grinning, lifted up the crucifix.
There it was, underneath. Now, I am not absolutely certain he didn’t
put it there, except I just don’t think I’m ready to give him that
much credit. Then there was the time that a missing gold charm turned
up a year later sticking in the acoustic ceiling tile. . . etc. . .
etc. . .
David L. Huffman